[Throwing her from him]
Would you stay the great barnacle-goose
When its eyes are turned to the sea and its beak to the salt of the air?
Emer
[Lifting her dagger to stab herself]
I, too, on the grey wing’s path.
Cuchulain
[Seizing dagger]
Do you dare, do you dare, do you dare?
Bear children and sweep the house.